The friendly cow, all red and white,
I love with all my heart,
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass,
And eats the meadow flowers.

by
Robert Louis Stevenson